When I see a beautiful, cute woman on a date with a tall, slim, handsome guy around her age who looks like he has a great job, they look so picture-perfect that I’m insanely jealous. It makes me feel miserable because I realize I’ve only ever been seen walking around with older men.

I’m Fuu, a columnist. I’ve never been popular with men—whether when I was younger or now. There are people who aren’t popular with anyone at all, so maybe you should see yourself as lucky that you’re at least getting attention from men in the papa age group. That’s a good thing, isn’t it? Young, handsome men are popular and have plenty of competition. Unlike papa-katsu, where you need to make the first move strategically after taking your overall appearance and appeal into account. Why not put your experience handling men from papa-katsu to good use and make the first move? If three men come to you even when you’re just waiting, you’re actually quite popular. I feel like you could make it work if you take the initiative. Go for it with confidence.

Maezawa from the CEO’s office here. > How can I become popular with people my own age? In another ten years, I feel like the people approaching you will naturally be around your age. But I assume you mean right now. At 27, I feel like people your age should just about be starting to recognize your appeal. Maybe you’re putting up a barrier without realizing it. A barrier that says, “How dare someone like you approach me? You’re ten years too early.” You’ll probably understand if you try asking someone your own age out yourself. I’m sure you’ll see what I mean by the “barrier.”

I’m Aya, a female member. That’s really not the case at all. My boyfriend isn’t rich or handsome. I just like his youth, his height—he’s 186 cm—and his lean, toned build. His face actually resembles a horse. He’s also kind of adorably stupid, in a good way, which I find comforting. Though I probably won’t be able to marry him. My papa (a male supporter) is a handsome older gentleman, but I’ve started noticing the sagging in his cheeks, so I’ve been having him go to the cosmetic dermatology clinic I visit. Yesterday, I had dinner with my papa and one of his subordinates. They said they were going drinking at a lounge in Nishi-Azabu afterward, so I said, “Lounge girls scare me. Men who pay to drink with women are gross, so I wish you wouldn’t go.” He reprimanded me, saying, “Don’t make me lose face.” I came home thinking, “What the hell, that’s so annoying…” and sulked myself to sleep. My papa came home at 3:30 a.m. and went to work from noon. When it comes to papa-katsu (compensated dating in Japan), I end up complaining most of the time. I wonder if this is what being a mistress is like. Still, I’m happy with my current situation overall, so I decided to become an answerer in hopes of sharing some positive ways of thinking. I look forward to your continued support.